44. Kallis
Kallis
All my thoughts and everything that told me that being with them is either good or bad are wiped away as Orso thrusts inside me, and I come again. With the sweetest clover filling my senses and Orso deep enough inside me that he’ll never leave, there’s no reason to worry.
My eyes sting, my pussy aches, and my heart swells as Orso holds me. He said I should break for him, but does he really know what it means when all my resistance shatters and I grip him like he’s the only thing that can keep me together?
I know it’s my omega side taking over and opening up to him, and that I need to keep telling myself that I’m not joining their pack. However, I can still enjoy the feeling while it lasts.
But there’s a problem.
The feelings that burn through me are only heightened by my preheat. Which means my need to organize my nest, to make everything comfortable and safe for my upcoming heat, is raging stronger than ever.
Even though making love with Orso is like a dream, my omega side demands priority. Especially when my examination bed is the most uncomfortable place I’ve ever lain down on.
“Orso, it’s too hard,” I gasp.
“That’s it, just keep telling me how hard my cock is.”
“No, I-ah!” I choke off as he surges into me so powerfully that I bump along the sheet of sticky plastic that covers the sponge. “The bed. The bed is too hard!”
But Orso keeps fucking me, thudding deep inside, and a whine tears through me as my back arches. He presses his lips against my neck as I throw my head back as pleasure bursts and I let out a cry.
“I’m coming!” I cry. “Orso, I’m—just there, please.” I grasp at him, trying to ignore that the padding is so thin I can actually feel the metal bars under my ass.
I pick myself up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, spreading my legs as far as I can so he can piston into me. The bed bangs off the wall, but I’ve screamed so much that people would have come running by now if they’d heard me.
Energy is building between us, spinning and catching in my heart. My need expands, not just to keep coming, but to connect with him, to bond. I want to shake it away, but the pleasure is so overwhelming as it pulses through me, and I gasp in surprise.
“Orso!” I cry out, but it’s drowned out by Orso as he buries his face in my neck, moaning as he thrusts. I want him to come; I need him to stop the heat rising in me so I can figure out what I’m going to do with my nest.
“Okay, let’s try this then,” he says, his jaw gritting as he suddenly pulls out. I expect him to stop and that I’d have to beg him to keep fucking me. But in seconds, he’s flipped us over.
He lies on his back, his cock firm in the air as he drags me onto his lap, my knees hugging his waist.
“Hopefully, my cock is a better chair than my spot on the bench you complained about.”
“Those are entirely different issues,” I reply, amazed that I can hold myself up when my legs are spasming. “You better prove you’re a better bed than that,” I say, nodding at the plastic.
“You really are cute,” he chuckles. I didn’t think I would ever see Orso make these kinds of expressions before today, and I’m so glad I have.
“Pardon me,” I say as I stroke his cock from base to tip, particularly fascinated with how my slick coats him. I’m not exactly ‘juicy’ as Aspen likes to say, and his cock is so warm I would be happy to keep going if not for the preheat cramps building in my core.
I line him up, and he watches me as I take care, lowering, loving how I can control the speed. He’s seemingly fascinated with the way his length vanishes inside me. While I’m more focused on not letting my weight go so I don’t plunge onto him.
But as soon as my ass touches his thighs and he settles, a deep whine pours from me as my pleasure blooms, along with my perfume.
“Orso,” I gasp as my breath escapes, my eyes wide at how deep he’s gone, pressing my palms flat against his solid chest to make sure I don’t collapse as I feel every hard inch inside me.
I have to breathe deep to take his full length. Heat pulses, the pain of my cramps spirals, my urge to fix my nest is beating louder in me. My omega side is taking over, but I need Orso’s cock first.
“Are you in heat?” he asks as he scents my perfume, and I shake my head.
“Not yet. Not if you fuck me well enough.”
I can see he has questions, probably the same ones I’ve been mulling over for days, regarding the upcoming logistics. But I’m not interested in the future when I start rocking on top of him, circling my hips, indulging myself as I find the perfect angle before I rise up again.
“Your muscles are still stones,” I say as I clutch his chest. Or attempt to. “You’re far too hard for fucking, Mr. Williams.”
“I love it when you talk like that,” he groans, reaching up and cupping my breasts through the awful sweater the nurses convinced me to wear.
This would be my first heat with scent matches, and I need everything to be perfect.
I can’t have a heat where the bed is uncomfortable, and when there’s always a chance someone can find us.
Suddenly, the parts of my nest I loved have become turn-offs: how I can treat patients here, that I have all my tools here, along with core features like my little succulents.
I need somewhere safe and secure, and four days in a room in the center of a busy stadium isn’t it. It can’t be in my new house, and my old home in the city is too far away, plus Aspen and Ameila are there, so where can I go?
All the items I need in my nest are here, but I’m growing frustrated that it doesn’t feel right.
“Orso, just hold me,” I groan as I roll my hips.
I’ve only ever been on top when I was at the peak of my heat.
My omega side was in full swing, so I didn’t exactly absorb the mechanics.
I understand what I need to do in theory to ride Orso, but actual practice is another thing.
And bouncing on his cock is harder than it looks, especially after so many intense orgasms.
I don’t want to stop, but my stress level is already rising. Except every time he fills me, that tension fades away momentarily. So, naturally, the best option is to keep fucking him.
“I’m never letting you go now that your pussy has tasted my cock.”
“Don’t,” I gasp as my mind blurs and the heat that shouldn’t begin so soon curls in my body. “Keep driving your cock into me. I want you to come.”
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says as I lean down to kiss him again.
As the familiar beep of the keypad rings out, the door opens, and the scents I’ve been craving flood the room.
My back arches, another whine bursting from me as perfume fills the air, and I come again just as Mathan and Artie clear the space to meet us and take me in their arms.